I fall asleep to the national anthem
If I was forced to drop a song off The Great Western, I’d go for this one. The title makes it sound rather high and mighty but the song rather pedestrian.
The alternation between quiet and loud, or slow and fast, is one of the basic tricks in songwriting to make something sound exciting at wanted points – usually choruses. Contrasting slower, a bit more contemplative verses with an energetic, loud chorus always guarantees that the chorus JUMPS OUT and sounds like a big event. Saturday Morning has nice, quieter verses and its chorus has a nice little kick to it, but the issue is that they don’t work together. When the chorus comes it sounds like someone’s mixed in another song and when it’s time for the verse again, it’s like slamming the brakes down to hit full-stop. It’s not so jarring as one might expect but it gives the song a sketchy feel – like he had everything figured out but couldn’t be arse to come up with the connections between the parts.
Plus, on an album that’s pretty much about a rock songwriter allowing himself to express his love for pop harmonies and melodies, “nice” doesn’t really cut it when it faces a strong competition from pretty much every other song on the album. After years of listens it continues to be the little runt that tries hard but never really gets to the level of its big brothers.